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Devotion that Withstands Time	By : RougeFugitive Category: InuYasha > General Views: 3826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phase 16
Breath
Hokkaido, Japan
Tuesday 17, April 2001

The door creaks as you shut it behind you, and you silently pad down the hall to the stairs.

Three days has passed since you began temporarily living here, a large house in the middle of a wooded area, is what you can tell by looking out the window in your room. Most of your time spent was in the bedroom alone and you�ve made only a few ventures downstairs since the first night.

Though the landlord, Totosai, had been nice enough to loan you another yukata, you haven�t met him yet. The man or woman could possibly live in the basement, but since you haven�t been downstairs much, you don�t know for certain. For a while, Inuyasha kept you company in the bedroom, while getting your meals and making sure you didn�t get out of bed too much like a good nurse. That was until Sunday came and Sango showed up to drag him away for some sort of work. Early yesterday morning, Inuyasha returned exhausted, slept for most of the day and then left again at Sango�s beckoning last night. It�s still morning now, so he hopefully would return by noon.

You descend the stairs and pause at the base to look around the living room. Like yesterday, when you had to come down for food since Inuyasha was out of service for most of the day, the room is empty and devoid of life. The dead, potted plant in the corner of the room shows that there once was life and occupants in the house, but had left a while ago.

With a soft yawn, you turn, push pass the swinging door and walk into the kitchen. You flick on the lights and cross the kitchen to the sink. After retrieving a kettle, mug, and package of tea from the cupboards, you begin preparing yourself some tea.

Unlike the other room, the kitchen made the house feel a little less empty. You glance to the pile of dishes in the kitchen sink and hold your gaze there shortly. You could swear that you just saw something crawl into the sink� With a shiver of disgust, you turn and drop your soggy tea bag in the can of nearly overflowing trash.

You exit the kitchen and sit on the couch quietly. After taking a small sip of your tea, you set your cup on the coffee table and rise from your seat. You walk pass the couch, cross the room to the window and pull aside the curtain. The morning sunlight shines into the dull room causing you to see the tiny particles of dust that flew from the curtain, floating around you.

You pass the window, and the bookcase alongside the wall, across from the window and accidentally swipe your fingers over a shelf on the bookcase. You frown at the caking of dust on your fingertips and the collection of dust on the bookshelves.

Yesterday, you decided to clean a little since you had nothing else to do for the whole day, but you couldn�t find a mope, broom or duster anywhere. After searching through most of the rooms and closets, (you now knew the house has three bedrooms, including yours, five closets, and two bathrooms, including the one in your room) you didn�t find a cleaning tool anywhere, though you did find a washing machine in the room beside the kitchen.

You walk pass of the fireplace and pause before the accent table in the corner. Somehow, you missed seeing the framed picture on the small table while you were searching yesterday. You tilt the picture up to see it more closely. The two people in the picture are a bride and groom in wedding kimonos standing on a lightly snowy stone ground in front of a temple. The bride, a dainty looking, young Japanese woman nearly blends into the snowy background, and the groom, a bug-eyed, young man, wearing mostly black, stands out in comparison.

You set the picture back into its place, but it falls over anyway when the floor suddenly jumps beneath your feet following a loud boom from below. You lean against the accent table and look around the room alarmed.

Is it another earthquake? Or was the house collapsing? It sounded like an explosion! Maybe you should get out of the house quick!

Several seconds later, all is silent in the house again making it seem like the boom never happened. You set the picture frame upright on the dusty table and turn around. Your cup of tea had fallen and was now dripping on the floor, and a few trinkets on top of the fireplace had fallen off.

So, you aren�t going crazy.

You look at your spilled tea irritably. There are no mop or paper towels in the house, so you won�t be able to clean it up. However, despite the house lacking everything else, there are packages of tissue in both of the bathrooms. You inwardly thank the woman who must have lived here before you and saw to it that the house had tissue for its female guests.

Just as you turn to walk up the stairs to the second floor, you hear the thumping of someone running up another set of stairs in the house. The door on the side of second floor staircase swings open and a slightly charred looking, sooty faced, and bug-eyed old man pops out along with a cloud of smoky air.

�Success!� The old man yells triumphantly and releases a hacking cough.

As the smoke permeates the room, you attempt to fan the smoke away from you, but end up coughing along with the old man when you accidentally breathe it in.

You close your eyes as the smoke begins to burn and make your eyes water. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand and open eye to see the old man. �H-hello,�

The old man jerks in surprise when he hears you. �Caught me by surprise, you must be the new tenant.�

�Yes!� You reply, furiously fanning at the smoke. �I�m ___.�

�You can call me Totosai, and oh! If you breathe in too much of this smoke, it could make you ill!� Totosai says and jogs over to the window.

He snaps the lock off, but after a few mighty pulls and wheezes, the old man gives up when the window doesn�t open. �It would be best if you waited outside for the smoke to clear up.� He pants and directs you to the door.

Fresh air greets you at the door; you welcome it, and follow Totosai down the creaky, wooden staircase. You quickly step to the opposite side after the stairs after noticing that the smell of the smoke was hanging about the old man like an invisible cloak.

The grass crunches beneath your slippers as you stray from the cabin a few steps and take a deep breath. The air smells like the trees, you inwardly note and listen to the cicadas and birds chirp around you. When was the last time you were outside?

It seems like night has fell suddenly when you see Yura smiling maliciously, and pointing the gun at you. �Tell the peach idi-�

�It�s nice weather today, isn�t it?� The old man interrupts from somewhere behind you near the cabin steps, and you come back to the present.

Right, that night is over. You have no reason to be afraid to go outside, despite the fear your nightmares are trying to force on you. Like a couple nights ago, at the peach man�s mansion, you can�t see any cars, streets, or houses through the foliage of trees and plants surrounding the cabin. Plus, Yura is dead, or was she? Sango only mentioned the deceased Heijiro Takashima/�The Peach Man,� when you met her a few nights ago. What happened to Yura? She could have escaped� Then how were you still alive?

You nod slightly, remembering Totosai�s question. �Yes, it�s very nice.�

Inuyasha was bound by Yura�s hair, Katsuro couldn�t move from where he tumbled down the side of the road, and you were-

You start slightly when Totosai�s hand falls to your shoulder. You turn to the old man, hiding your irritation.

�How are you enjoying your stay?� Totosai asks, taking a short drag from his pipe. �You�re sleeping in the master bedroom.�

You glance behind him to the dark smoke flowing out of the front door, to the wisps of smoke rising from his pipe. �Erm, fine. It�s the master bedroom? I�m sorry if we put you out.. Inuyasha and I can take one of the guest bedrooms instead.�

�Oh no! The master bedroom hasn�t been used in nearly ten years! I mostly live in the basement.� He pauses and takes another drag from his pipe. �Who�s Inuyasha?�

You blink, and stare at the old man incredulously. �Inuyasha. My husband, he�s been living here, too. And he�s in the DDU.�

Totosai takes another drag of pipe thoughtfully. ��.Oh him! The half demon who wouldn�t let me undress you!�

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of your face. ��Is that so?� It�s a little warm outside, you inwardly note, and rub the sweat away.

�Yes! I was only trying to tend to your injuries, and the half demon denied me to the point of using force!�

�That sounds like Inuyasha.� You reply with a small, amused smile.

Totosai grunts and walks back to the cabin steps and sits. �The house isn�t going to air out completely for a while. Come, I�ll tell you about my latest experiment.�

�Experiment?� You look to the old man curiously. It smelled more like a cooking experiment gone wrong.

�Yes, you probably weren�t told, but I make most of the weapons the DDU uses.�
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Meanwhile, in another private location in Hokkaido, Misao Nakano/�The Hair Mistress,� sits, bound to a chair in white walled, and cement floor room. Her wrist, neck, and ankles are bound to the chair with metal bands.

Misao�s toes roughly scratch against the cement floor, and her fingernails claw on the armrest of her chair. �Let me go, you bastards!� She snarls at the large mirror before her on the wall.

Though this woman is definitely the same Misao Nakano, it�s hard to identify her as the same Hair Mistress from a couple nights ago because of the complete lack of hair on her bald head, her wide, bloodshot eyes, smeared makeup, and her missing left arm.

That was what the group of people behind the window was thinking. Kisuke, a freckle-faced, young man sitting before the window in front of a set of controls and computer, presses a button and leans in towards the speaker.

�Ms. Nakano, can you please repeat what you said in detail? You may have to speak with a lawyer about this, but what you explain here may lessen your prison sentence.� Kisuke says to the small speaker, and waits for the prisoner�s reply.

Behind the wall, in the next room, Misao struggles, as if trying to rip away from her binds. �Fuck off!� The bandage, patched over the remains of her left arm begins to stain with red from her sudden jerks.

On the other side, Kisuke sighs, and reaches over to the computer and taps a few keys. �Have it your way.�

On Misao�s wrist, neck, and other various parts of her body are needles lightly prickling her skin, and thin wires connected to the needles lead to a small compartment in the back of her chair, which is wirelessly controlled by Kisuke�s computer.

Misao jerks and her shriek of pain pierces through the speaker in the next room, which Kisuke quickly shuts off.

�Normally, we only do it to this degree to the humans that come here, but now since Ms. Nakano is like a mostly hairless human�� Kisuke comments to the other observers in the room.

�That�s enough, Mr. Kisuke.� Sango says as she watches what used to be �The Hair Mistress� scream in agony in the next room.

With a few taps on his keyboard, Misao�s torture ends, and so does her mute screams. Sango sighs; she had only entered a minute ago. �How much has she revealed so far?�

�Not as much as we were hoping�� Kisuke smoothly spins in his chair towards her with a grin. �Much more.�

Sango keeps on her poker face and stares back at Kisuke. �Yes?�

Kisuke�s grin falls slightly, but he spins back to his desk and picks up his notes. �She teamed up with Heijiro Takashima, �The Peach Man,� Makoto Mashiro, �The Mutant Mantis,� while on the run, which we already know. Takashima grew and sold his special peaches to quite a few prominent people in Japan, while Nakano provided protection and Mashiro did the dealings.

�She also revealed that they�ve done business with our infamous Ito Corporation, which is why the lab found shards in Takashima�s and Mashiro�s corpse, and in Yura�s hair.� Kisuke leans back in his chair thoughtfully. �I�m impressed, Ms. Sango. Your team of newbies ticked off three of the people on our most wanted list, two are already dead, and we even have evidence of Ito�s dirty dealings! Not to mention that Nakano�s arm was sliced clean off and she was under control when we got here! What the hell happened?�

Sango frowns slightly, and glances back to Inuyasha who hung back near the door upon entering the small room. �You can see the report when we finish.�

Inuyasha leans back against the wall and quietly observes Misao through the window, while ignoring Sango.

Kisuke laughs. �You know reports are only for the boss�s eyes. Alright, but don�t blame me when rumors start to spread.�

The door opens and Miroku walks in carrying a bag of snack foods and sodas. He hands a soda to Inuyasha and one to Kisuke.

�It�s nice of you to finally show up.� Sango says, sending chilling glare in Miroku�s direction.

�It was my turn to get snacks. Would you like some juice, Captain?� Miroku asks, smiling as he opens a bag of potato chips.

�Thanks for the soda.� Kisuke raises his can and pops the top.

Sango closes her eyes in annoyance, and walks out the door. �Let�s go, I�m looking forward to your finished reports.�
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You�re back on that same street, bound by Yura�s thick, locks of hair. The Hair Mistress smiles coldly and points her gun towards you. You see her lips move, but you can�t make out the words, the gunfire was too loud.

The bullet pierces through you and you can only feel the intense, throbbing pain from your chest. This is it, you were dying..

You raise your head and your own anguish takes a backseat when you hear Yura�s screams of disbelief and agony from nearby. You can barely see her; everything was suddenly so dark and blurry� But she was screaming her head off and shouting obscenities at the top of her lungs, what happened to her?

You grunt when you begin to feel your own pain again, and the locks of hair around your wrists begin to slacken.

There, before you, something pale falls to the ground, and you squint your eyes to see it properly� Was it.. An arm? No way.

A drip of liquid falls from above the appendage, and you raise your eyes to the large blurred, dark figure near you� Was it a person? You can�t tell, but you can mostly see its glowing, red eyes slowly moving towards you and-

�Damn it, ___!� Inuyasha loud, cranky voice and push snaps you from your dream. �Stop kicking me!�

�What?� You roll onto your stomach, and lay your cheek against your pillow. �Don�t push me, I�m injured!�

�You�re fine..� Inuyasha mutters irritably, trying to fall back to sleep.

�Yura shot me�� You murmur sleepily and rub your eyes, not seeing Inuyasha stiffen beside you.

�What?�

�In the dream I just had� It felt real.� You add, as Inuyasha wraps his arm around you and pulls you back against him.

�Go back to sleep.� He commands, muffled against your hair and the pillow.

�I can try.� You shift a bit to get more comfortable. �� What happened to Yura? Did she get away?�

Inuyasha yawns, and tightens hold around you. �She�s in prison.�

You hum softly in relief, and sniff. �Ew, morning breath...�

�Shut up.�
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Wednesday 18, April 2001

The back door of the cabin swings shut behind you and step off the porch. No, you aren�t running away in slippers and a yukata this morning. You heard from Totosai yesterday that a broom and hopefully a mop are in the shed behind the cabin.

The sun has barely risen, and here you are skulking out of the cabin in the backyard to go at it with a broom and/or mop for the rest of the day. That�s just how bored you were here, you went to bed early last night. Even though Inuyasha came home dead tired every day, at least he had something to do with his time. Last night, another benefit for him, he fell asleep before you could complain about it.

You flick off the lock and tiptoe into the shed. Unfortunately, you couldn�t find a flashlight anywhere in the house, so you would have to feel around and hope you don�t step on a rusty nail, or what else may be on the floor in here.

Something grass-like and dry crunches underneath your feet as you walk inside and feel your way along the wall. You sniff and grimace slightly. It smells like manure in here�

Light shines through the shed�s small window, guiding you to the lonely broom into the corner. You happily grasp its handle, but notice the straw at its end all worn and ragged. You frown. You can�t sweep with this.

Feeling a slight nudge at your hip you glance to your side, and then do a double take to the creature beside you. �It�s��

It�s a�
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It�s an elephant! Not. Anyways, sorry for the wait. And though, I haven�t been posting chapters, I have a ton of new Inuyasha ideas that I�ll eventually post, too.
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